Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.